The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 2755

Millions of people flocked the gate of the Celestial Palace, evidently oblivious of the situation.

Their heads turned from left to right, checking others who might possibly have any idea of what was happening.

"What's going on?! Why am I here? I still want to look for treasures!" some queried in slight panic and intrusiveness.

"I just found a valuable item, and I was about to get it. But now, I was sent out! This is so annoying!"

whined one of the others who were clearly frustrated with being kicked out of the palace.

Celestial Palace was indeed home to various rare treasures. And those people had just ransacked most of them after pillaging the place.

Peterson the Taoist Ancestor, had been one of the invincible figures in many universes. The wealth and treasures he had collected in his entire life were beyond calculation.

Even some of the items trivial to him could stir a ruckus among ordinary cultivators, lest those that were considered valuable to him.

"Let's give it a shot and see if we can get inside it again!"

some of the greedy ones proposed, still hoping to ravage the palace to the brim.

Unfortunately for them, the gate had already been shut close.

But the masters, whose ideal was not to give up, tried their mightiest to pull it open.

To their dismay, a formidable energy surged out of the door even before they could touch it.

This energy turned them into a bloody mist, drifting horribly at them.

"Whoa! That was scary!"

With hands on their beating chest, every single one of them was startled.

"Let me give it a shot!" a tall, brawny man yelled suddenly.

With his sturdy arms and fist, he strode forward and punched the gate of the Celestial Palace.

His beaming fist released terrifying energy that expanded in the surrounding space. Most of his fellow cultivators were slightly impressed, narrowing their eyes while a grin was painted on their lips.

The muscled volunteer packed a wallop, obviously matching a sect ancestor.

Boom! Glowing runes suddenly flashed on the gate, and waves of energy surged out of it, charging directly at the bulky man.

All it took was a horrifying scream, and the brave master was blown up. His flesh and blood blasted out and was thrown in every direction.

Upon seeing this, the rest fell into utter silence, taking one aggressive gulp. Internally, some of them were really thankful to not volunteer and suffer the same fate.

A great master, who was at par with a sect ancestor, was just killed in a heartbeat––by nothing but a tremendous wave of energy.

"Just give up. No one in this universe can break into the palace once the door is closed.

This treasure hunting is officially over," a bony elder broke the deafening silence.

This man was none other than Celestial Psychic Campbell.

Even the top masters, including the leader of the Heavenly Palace and the leader of the Yaksha Palace, had their mouths shut, recognizing that they could not break through the gate even if they tried.

"Come on! Let's go back," one of them said in a disappointing tone, shaking his head as he looked down.

Reluctant as they were, the people from different worlds gradually took their leave with a heavy heart.

However, some of them stayed in the Celestial Continent, still searching everywhere to see if they could find any treasures left behind.

And yet again to another disappointment, there were no valuable items except for the several ruins here and there.

Meanwhile, on the coast of the continent, people from different origins fought over those boats in the sea of stars.

Those who were stronger got their hands on the vessels and immediately sailed away, leaving behind those unlucky and weaker cultivators.

Austin had been searching for the group from the underworld after leaving the palace.

He jumped from one place to another, hoping to catch any sign of them, but found nothing. It seemed like they had really left the Celestial Continent.

'Looks like I will have to pay a visit to the underworld.'

Austin clenched his fists, furrowing his brows while his eyes were filled with killing intent.

At that moment, several figures spotted Austin with their spiritual sense. With a malicious grin, they stared at him from a distance.

Austin, although quite fuming mad at the point, immediately noticed their presence as he looked towards their direction.

Those figures were the leaders of Yaksha Palace, the Sword Palace, the Heavenly Palace, and the owner of the Star Island––all of which were Austin's beloved enemies.

Austin frowned. 'These masters are going to make a move against me at any moment now.

They have their eyes on the Taoist robe and two natural vessels of immortal energy.

Moreover, the eight holy trees are also with me.

They are surely after these valued treasures.